There are thousands of kinds of love. I have had so many kinds of love. Although there is no kind called love among them, I am already the happiest person.
The heroine was blind since she was born. Her parents gave her endless love, and that love was like the sun lighting up the dark night! How pale is love compared with them, like the moon in the day!
... Why does the moon appear in the day when it does not belong to it? It is because of reluctance. He is so reluctant to let you go.